Letters from Grandma

Quotes from my mother’s letters to the girls:

When Grandpa rakes leaves, he builds a little fire. The deer come out of the woods and stand around the fire warming up. I take them cups of hot chocolate. Yesterday I taught them how to make s’mores. They roast the marshmallows on their antlers.

Then in the next letter:

We have several inches of snow and it’s cold. The deer are unhappy. They miss the bon fires. One deer tapped on the window and waved a hoof for me to come out. But I don’t have a fur coat. So then he put his hoof up to his ear like, “Call me.”

A gift to all you writer types

I don’t know if you’re already aware of Studio C, the clean comedy sketch show on Youtube, but I am HOOKED, y’all! Some of them are so funny I can barely breathe from laughing. (And some of them are just okay, but you can’t hit it out of the park every time.)

“Teddy’s Story Joint” is among my favorites. The rest of you authors or aspiring authors ought to get a kick out of it, too. Please enjoy and tell me what your favorite parts are. (Mine are “Calvin and Hobbes special” and the Star Wars/Harry Potter connection.)

My husband is soooooooo funny

Last night at 11:30, P. had to pick up a family from the airport 45 minutes away and deliver them to their house. He didn’t get home until 12:45. When I heard the garage door open, I woke up and scooted to his side of the bed to warm it up for him. When he got in, he sighed happily and said, “I missed you.” I said, “I missed you, too.” Then he said, “I was talking to my pillow.”

This morning,

Bedtime Savings Time

While explaining the upcoming time change to my eight-year-old son, I told him, “In the middle of the night, when the clock says 4:00, it’s really 5:00.”

His eyes got big, and he said,

All in a day’s work

In the morning I discovered my 22-month-old had unrolled all the toilet paper into the toilet, thus forcing me to reach in and pull the bulk of it out by hand so as not to clog the drain when flushed.

At nap time, I heard her calling from her room. She had stripped down to the skin. Poop was on her sheets, body, crib, blankets, and wall. All she had to say for herself was,